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...Gross. The Captain thought to himself as that sound echoed through his head, making him grimace slightly. It was not enough to give away his cover or even be visible from the outside, but it occurred.

It appeared that his wire had indeed had some amount of effect. Good, that method of attack worked. Counting his ribs, Kuro believed that he definitely had enough resources to continue making it through this fight. At least, considering that he did not eventually pass out from blood loss. He had not been able to do it yet, but who knew?

This might be the fight that finally killed him.

This is bad. The Shinigami thought to himself, Piero piping up. Why? What happened, moron?

She calmed down slightly…

Then let's rile her up. That's my specialty… KEHEHAHAHA!

Kuro almost smiled. As it was, he merely kept moving his body in his circle, skipping and leaping across the rubble as his sword traced a black line behind him. Each of the Kuro's in succession were building those lines while she decided to fly up into the air, her announcement spreading among them. Meanwhile, Kuro's mind was racing.

She cut the blades that impacted with the back of her neck… but they definitely got through. Her body… itself… probably has that slicing property to it… how shall I deal with that… This was not the first time that Kuro had encountered a being who resembled a blade… and the correct manner to deal with such a creature was by using the environment against it. Essentially… To achieve victory here...I must either destroy her mind, her will to fight… or find a way to break the 'blade' that is her body… with something that cannot be easily cut. His thoughts concluded, the Shinigami captain coming to a stop at last as his feet touched down in front of another black line.

Here we go. The Shinigami meditated at last, drawing his line into the other which had been left. Up in the sky, Demonica concluded making her threats. We shall see about that… Kuro's sword pointed inwards, as each of the shadow clones did the same. In this instance… shadows poured forth.

Kuro's body was lifted upwards on a pillar of shadow. As he watched, he identified pile of rubble after pile of rubble. His shadow reserves went into creating more pillars… forming them beneath the rubble and raising them upwards. The destruction of the city itself began to rise up, the beams of shadow supporting them as more shadows were created from the rubble rising. Kuro continued to watch as the decimated city pieces got farther off of the ground, creating more shadows that were then flowed into the pillar.

Eventually, the amount of shadow being created began to overwhelm the amount required to make the pillars stronger… and at that point, the shadows began to flow back into Kuro's body. Deep within his soul, he could feel his Zanpakutō spirit howling, calling for the blood of his enemies. It was the perfect sound, the clarion call of this demon's destruction.

After Kuro's form had been pushed up all the way, the destroyed rubble of the city was now hanging in the sky around them. Kuro had brought their battlefield with him, and his entire body was imbued with shadows. The clones that he had created dissipated, flowing back into his body as it became clear which Kuro was the real one. All over his body, shadows began to intensely flow about. Calm.. Calm… now… now…

Kuro's body… went limp. I am...and always will be… just a shadow. I am Darkness… With that phrase flowing through his mind, his body began to right itself once more. As it did so, waves of shadow bolted outwards from him, as if they could no longer be contained. Kuro's own body began to emit his shadow energy while his mouth moved… and waves of kido began to interlace themselves with his shadows.

"Completion… Raigeki no Kuro."

The shadow figure vanished. Along the length of the forming portal, black darkness began to emerge, before a gray line spread across. Another gray line formed perpendicular to that one, and in front of them appeared the shadowy form once more. He was moving at an extraordinary rate, explosive power fueling his steps as his left arm gripped the intersecting gray lines.

"...Not enough..." He told her, his teeth gritting beneath the black veil that now covered his body. "It will not be enough!" With that declaration, the gray darkness seeped into the portal… causing it to transmorgify. Piero's Disturbed energies began to unbalance its connection, making it impossible to connect properly.

Kuro Okami had faced far too many demonic opponents since the invasion of Soul Society. This act of calling for ever more reinforcements… he had completed his research in how to stop them. Disruption. If you could not stop the portal opening, then simply prevent it from working correctly. He would not recommend that anyone try to move through that specific portal…. If they did, only bits and pieces would come through, leaving the majority stranded on the other side.

"Really… are you that afraid of me?"

The shadowy figure was gone again with another dark hole. His form moved rapidly around to Demonica's side faster than his own eyes could follow normally, before slamming an explosive wave of shadow against the back of her neck… or trying to. Meanwhile, that slam would cause for several shadow threads to weave off once again, gripping at the rubble that was now floating in the air.

Kuro's body continued to move, racing across the rubble as he ensnared each of them, creating an intricate pattern of leylines and nets. Piero, are you certain this is the correct configuration? He demanded of his Ziamichi spirit, trying to double check the work it had been doing while Kuro had drawn out his lines.

OF COURSE I AM, MORON. THIS IS GONNA HURT! The spirit laughed in response, giving Kuro all the answer he needed.

Finally, the Shinigami of Shadow reappeared behind Demonica, a handful of threads moving backwards. An eightfold slam would then occur. First from both of her sides, two half-buildings would collide into one another, bound with dozens of strings. Then, as these two slicable objects impacted her, two more would come in from roughly 30 degrees rotated from where the first two impacted. From there, and alternating 180 degrees of that location would crash in, before being repeated as Kuro's hands continued to move rapidly behind her.

At last, as the slamming and noises of destruction died down, the Shadow-infused Shinigami would drift close to his opponent. He felt charged on every level. For the first time in a long time, he felt alive. "You are that scared, aren't you?" The voice asked, that soulless, drained voice of the Stealth Division Captain. His body shifted, before dashing around to her other side.

"Scared enough to threaten others…? because you are a flame...? A flame facing a river…?" No laughter followed those statements… only deep silence.

"...Summoning reinforcements… you cannot handle me alone...?"

"Eventually, you will fall to my blades…

See how you flee into the light…

Think yourself a god…?"

"No… you are demon scum.

The very thing I've given my life…"

With those words, Kuro would reappear in front of her, his left arm thrusting forwards. Multiple waves of shadow had been stored along the length of the limb, and when it impacted… multiple explosions would rip into the chest of Demonica, if it connected. If not, a large cannon of shadow energy would simply be released in her general direction, but if she took it directly…

Sure, his arm could be ripped and sliced and dashed to pieces. But despite that, the explosions would occur against her body, slamming into her in a new way each time they were cut down, the shadow energy unable to escape as it slammed repeatedly against her chest. Kuro's own body was held in place only by the acceleration given off by the shadows expulsing around his feet, and at the end of it, a single blade would come directly for her heart.

"To wiping out."

But it was a feint. After all, tucked under Kuro's left leg, in the shadows… was another of his Zanpakutō. His body whirled right blinding speed, a black whirl in the sky as the blade slashed ruthlessly against Demonica's stomach. If her defenses were not prepared, it could well tear a hole through her stomach, and the bloodloss would be… well, interesting to see.

Kuro allowed this movement to carry him, dashing onto an incoming piece of rubble before leaping off of it. As he did so, however… he hesitated in midair. His head bent forwards, and he gasped and coughed as a wave of blood erupted from his throat. The liquid fell onto the rubble as Kuro's acceleration died down for a moment, before he recovered. That was from when he had been hit in the ribs, and would be a prime opportunity for Demonica to attempt to ambush him…

Of course, assuming that she could get through the second wave of buildings that would come crashing towards her when she approached Kuro on that building. Kuro knew he would have to deal with the blood build up at some point; this was not the first time he had broken ribs, and would not be the last…. He hoped. So he had created a kind of 'resting point' for himself, and it was there that he would continue to lose blood, his hand held over his face as his whole world spun.

This much energy usage and action had left him dizzy, at the very least, so it would take him a moment to recover even after Demonica activated the trap… that was, assuming she activated it. Then Kuro's body would be free to dash about once again, and continue this deadly race…

She never had understood the emotions that many needed to live, and watching as kuro had disabled the portal, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh. He to the end was focusing on the more immediate problem rather than the bigger picture. It wasn’t that she needed reinforcements, it was that using them would undoubtedly bring a swift end to the very issues that had been occuring in this area. So when kuro had said something about being afraid, the demon didn’t answer him. Not because she was truly afraid however, because she had only tasted fear once. An indomitable fear of being alone, cast out and abandoned to the fate of being condemned. So when he spoke to her as if he knew was fear was, it caused an ugly emotion to well up in the likes of the nuclear demon. It could be felt in her aura, which was thinking about one person. One single person. Where there was joy and merryment in her previous actions now there would be only killing intent, there would be a cold absence as the air around her slowed due to an application of zao-ka which was utilized thanks to the fact she had already established a domain long ago. So while kuro’s attacks remained fast to her she catalogued each and every one of them.

She knew his type, the type that would banter, would rant, would rave about how sorry she’d be. How lost she’d be when she lost at the end of his sword. So when he tried to manipulate the shadows around her something snapped inside her and her foot merely stamped on the air below her hitting a demon barrier she had formed at the bottom of her foot. This stamp however would cause for energy to flare up, converting from basic demon energy into what shinigami’s called force speed, now force speed is when they accelerate something other than themselves, and in this case? It was utilized to accelerate the winds around her, causing such strong gales that buildings would become completely flattened, cars would be launched into the sides of skyscrapers, and the threads that kuro had been trying to make would be ripped asunder or atleast the ones which directly affected her body would find the affects intended to be diverted by this potent blast of wind that at the full might of demonica’s prowess within her base state was easily mach 7 in speed , winds going thousands of miles an hour when being propelled away from her form.

However deep within her body a heat would be building, energy coiling within her breastbone, seeping into her legs. Her very body began to glow faintly as her eyes began to dull, her expression turning grim as she simply said in a soft voice, a voice as quiet as death.

”..So you think you have the right to point fingers, when you are nothing but a murderer yourself?”

Her lips pulled into a small smile, and as the buildings came to collide with her the demoness had blown them to cinders in an instant, as the male tried his tricks, his nets and his traps, it wasn’t that they weren’t powerful. No it was that in that moment the amount of heat the demon decided to radiate from her being as a byproduct of her energy turned them practically magmatic, the buildings glowed cherry red, metal began to drip around her while she exhaled and felt her self cocking her head to the side, she hadn’t taken hm seriously, then she had come to enjoy the fight, enjoyed playing with him truly but now. She hadn’t the joy that she once had, even as blood dripped from her back from an attack that had managed to hit one of the deadspots in her armor she simply said to the male in response to what he had to say what she was feeling. As he dashed around her and her eyes followed him, she simply had allowed for herself to wait, to time and to figure out how she wanted to approach the situation, heightening and bolstering her sensory skills until each time he moved, he moved at a crawl. She could see every aspect of him, every single bit and as she waited until he came flying from the midst of another shadow directly after her, the next actions would have to be taken frame by frame to even comprehend them as a blur.

The second he appeared to impact her chest, her body would dissipate from the after-image stored as she used her mastery of shadow-step ontop of her 3x amplifier that was given to her in speed thanks to her zao-ka’s influence. Next in the second he impacted that after image her foot came down. Now she wasn’t stupid or naive, so she had reinforced her leg to the point that this single blow would carry not only the speed of her body which from this amplifier and in this short burst had exceeded mach 10, thanks to also her bodies durability being enough to handle the speeds which her foot impacted him. Then in that short moment her leg went back and her knee slammed into his face. But then she had to utilize a demon barrier for resistance against her foot to narrowly contort to avoid the blade that went to just graze her stomach, the lightest of cuts forming across it’s length. Only then did her other leg come around to slam into his side. All three attacks would carry the momentum she used to dodge him, the force she used to subdue and shatter his stance, and then the followthrough which brought down countless tons of force against his body to send him flying at the ground at speeds that would cause the very air around him to combust, such was the friction that would be given from the series of blows that the demoness had inflicted on him,

Her words would be reprimanding, and also be condemning.

”..I do not fear you, shinigami. For you are a hypocrite. Shall i show you? “

Her voice had become husky, a dark chuckle leaving her lips as energy began to slowly emanate from her. It would come first as tendrils while the ground beneath her began to heat up. Her body would vanish as she appeared alongside kuro in an instant, her head tilted in his direction as she smashed her fist into him with absolutely disastrous force.

”..Are you any different? Shinigami.

She said her voice but a whisper as she’d use the momentum which most likely held him in it’s grip to slam him furthe into the ground sending him out of the city with that single stroke as she would follow him each of her footfalls causing nothing but disaster the air would rip asunder in her wake, and she had easily exceeded the sound barrier as she stopped on the city outskirts and looked at the male and simply said.

”..Do not mistake kindness with cowardice. I was trying to end this as humanely as possible.

Her voice was like gravel, deep and rumbling while she looked at the male who was using everything he had to combat her, she could feel her own energy beginning to rise again, like a wave that refused to crest as it neared shore, building and growing until it became something so titanic that everything else was drown out and looked insignificant in it’s wake. As she stood there it would continue to build, the ground would begin to quake, the very air would be set ablaze with heat that made it impossible to get close to her at this point in time. Then she’d be engulfed as she merely said in a voice that would echo over the roar of power, and preceded the impending feeling of dread that’d settle over the city.

”..I will show you now true fear.”

Then the energy began to increase even further, the pressure building around the demoness until buildings began to be flattened, the ground tore apart into great rifts below and what little clouds left in the sky above had been blown away, the energy that she had before increased to a point that it was beyond monstrous, and everything continued to heat up as if everything was in a pressure cooker. Then the true after affects would hit, the ground in the 3/4ths of a mile around her would instantly go magmatic as huge chunks of earth got thrown into the atmosphere, wind would blast out at mach speeds as a mushroom cloud extended far into the sky above, buildings would be reduced to absolutely nothing, metal impaling itself many miles away into other parts of the city while everything seemed to eventually clear and she looked different, her expression impassive as she simply glanced at the male from a distance and said in a slow voice.

An emotion seemed to stir within his opponent as Kuro watched. That was good. It seemed that he had finally started to get under her skin. This was just the beginning, of course. It was the method by which he would attempt to gain an upper hand in this fight. By making it a challenge to her. The more she focused on that challenge… the less she would focus on the areas that Kuro planned to exploit.

In a way, it was banter. It was exactly banter. But banter had its uses. Banter caused your opponent to fight you on a different level. If you were having difficulty overcoming them on one level… why not introduce more? Victory did not occur simply from physical or spiritual force. It only came about when one individual believed themselves defeated… or was no longer able to believe anything.

And that was what made it so very difficult for Kuro to lose.

It was extremely impressive that she was keeping up with Kuro's speed, and this worried the male slightly. Yeah, she's going to force me to actually try, isn't she…? He wondered to himself as with each contact with her, the Disturbed Field around his body collided with the energy that she was building outside of it, snagging bits and pieces of her energy and absorbing it into itself.

The wind that blew about was a bit difficult to manage, but Kuro himself would keep moving through it, the black lightning that coated his body pressing through with purpose. She's preparing something, moron… Piero cautioned, and Kuro heeded his advice. Carefully, he spat up his blood while the buildings collided into her, looking into the reflection of one of his daggers as he witnessed the shell she had created. She was bleeding as well, it seemed. Did you get that? He asked his inner spirit, who merely laughed in reply.

Then, they entered into a speed-intensive battle. His hand came down into the afterimage… There. He could easily feel the shadow that she was casting on his back… as well as her reflection from the dagger in his mouth. The instant her foot came down, Kuro's body vanished.

Directly into her jaw, four of his daggers were now attempting to tear out her artery. Kuro's body shimmered from his own afterimage, the shadows which had constructed it fading away as he threw both of his hands downwards. When she went to repulse the daggers heading for her throat, as she had proven to depend on as her mode of defense… she would likely find that moving her right arm had become difficult. The two black blades that were attempting to cut and tear through her likely had something to do with it.

An eye for an eye… Drenches the world in black. The Shinigami concluded, screams of pain from his back assailing his mind. The daggers that were slamming into her would also be influenced by the forces that she had attempted to use to bash his body. This dramatic movement, while employing the entirety of Kuro's speed, outstripping even how quickly she had appeared behind him… would cause for his right arm to dislocate as he plunged the daggers in. An eye for an… eye… He thought, dark spots beginning to show in his vision.

"Of course it is." He told her in reply, before his left arm crashed into the one that she had attempted to bash into his side. "Not used to actually using your brain, hmm?" He questioned her, his left arm beginning to crumple beneath the oppressive force that was being used against it…

When out of the back of the arm, a gray substance began to flow. And in that hand that was clashing with hers, a pistol resembling a Glock 18 appeared… aimed directly at Demonica's eyes. Two blasts emerged simultaneously, dashing towards those two locations on her body as Kuro disconnected from her. His arm was mostly gone as she attempted to grapple him, but his body slid downwards, his torso shifting and twisting as blasts of the shadow energy ripped against her hold, dislodging it and likely leaving burns on her in the process as he dodged the blow she delivered to the ground, thanks to his escape.

He was still knocked back, however, and his body bounced along the ground as he tumbled against wood and steel, battering him about as she pursued him, her hands and feet crashing into his body over and over again, standing over him.

"Hahahaha…"

And then, as she watched, his body crumpled and faded away. "Yes, you're afraid. Keep protecting yourself." The voice proclaimed as the Disturbed Field went into overdrive, observing the heat that she was giving off as like a soaring bullet, the Kuro on the ground was replaced by another one, one that was looking directly at her. On his back were a pair of shining black wings, and all around his body the shadow had begun to change itself into a fur-like structure. Out of the crater his body had bolted, tuning in with his Zanpakutō spirit as..

Boom.

The ending result of the sound barrier breaking from Kuro's movement finally caught up with his body, as he spun his body once. A disgusting Crrrnk noise could be heard as his arm was forced back into its socket, the wings folding around his body as Kuro's legs screamed in protest from this dangerously high-velocity pivot…

And then, both daggers were slammed into the side of the woman's body. The heat that she was giving off was being absorbed, not fast enough to stop all the damage it dealt, but the shadow aided in counteracting it as well. That would leave only these blades that were being rotated into her… with the angle of rotation leading directly into the ground. He had attempted to outright break her other arm.

Kuro's mouth spat blood again as he leaped back, still on all fours as he observed her. She was still building up power, and it would be fairly obvious how she planned to use it. Escape. The single thought ran through Kuro's mind as he turned his body around, a single Shunpo executing as reached the outside of the blast radius, but he was still sent flying, his arms held around his body to reduce the damage of impact. Shaa….! His teeth clenched; he could feel something stabbing into his side.

This is insane. Why, why, why… no, no, no… A part of Kuro which had lain dormant up to this moment finally let itself be known. This part had been pushed deep inside the Night Walker. Fear. How long has it been? Kuro wondered, his hands gripping the floor as he sought to right himself. His ears were still ringing non-stop, and he felt like he could barely breathe. Gaah…

...Everything felt distorted, everything was static.,,

No... no, not yet...Rising at last, Kuro's eyes found his target once again. The white mantle that his shadow-double had formed itself from returned to its master, wrapping around his body, cloaking it as he looked up at her. "I kill for the fear of others, like you." He explained, lifting up the dagger in his right hand as he pointed it directly at her. The black wings that he had formed spread to their full extent behind him…

"Because of your kind of fear, of running and protecting yourself.. That is why I have to kill. Over and over and over again. That is why I keep coughing blood. That is why I bleed. I am… a Captain of the Gotei 13. We kill in the name of protection. And every time we kill… I see that fear. The same kind you reek of, demon scum."

Kuro was once again exuding that killing intent. Kuro was still standing there, still looking at her. He had been damaged, yes… his body was screaming for him to stop. But it would not be here that he would be brought down. "NEVER AGAIN!"

Declaring those words, his right hand swept out in front of himself. Blades returned to their master, rising out of the rubble and dashing to him. He had been burned, exploded, stabbed, smashed, tossed around… but he would take it all.

"Weapon of demons… how could I fear you?" He asked her, clutching the weapon tight. "The only thing I fear now… is her return. You hold nothing over me. And that is where we differ." He explained, before holding up his left arm. "Fear comes from pain. You can hurt me, but you cannot inflict upon me pain. Surrendering this fight would bring me pain. Letting you walk away easily for your crimes would bring me pain. That is why your 'humanity' will never… sway… me!" He declared, before gripping the hand tight… and the lightning that had possessed his body drowned out his entire appearance.

The shadow continued to pour outwards, sinking into the entirety of the area. It rose upwards, before folding out like a massive plateau, even beginning to blot out the sun. Kuro's spiritual presence could be felt everywhere within this area as the light was robbed, all with the exception of a glowing gray figure at the very edge of her explosion.

You realize if you do that and she overpowers you, you die, right?

Piero... I can't let them do whatever they want. I won't sit by and watch any more.

Blood ran from the demons body in certain spots from their high-speed engage. While in the midst of battle the after images mixed with one another, He thought he hit her, she thought she hit him to be nailed by him once more however in the midst of that exchange her hand had managed to flash out slamming into the side of his body with a satisfying thunk as the daggers that sought to imbed into her had been only just barely deflected by two spots of demonic barrier that had formed at angles, not stopping the daggers but deflecting them. From there the reactions had been a blur and the thoughts that ran through her mind was. He’s hopping around like a mouse a very irritatingly powerful mouse.” Here and there he was disappearing and reappearing with her entire destruction as the singular thing that was on his mind. It was admirable in a way how he was able to focus on this one thing so well. The demoness had the wriggling beginnings of respect however as the force continued and the blows continued to exchange at high velocity the man released another spurt of speed which seemed to put everything on the line.

He had managed to get the drop on her as his wings folded and he had swung around many tons of force aiding him in a lone strike that sought to embed itself in the demonesses side. This attack had only just slammed into her barrier when it tore through leaving a gash against the interior of her ribcage. While it wasn’t enough to cause extreme damage it certainly was enough for pain to go lancing through the demon. It was these wounds that had occurred in the brief exchange that had preluded her impending release. Fresh trails of blood ran down her body as she couldn’t help but think about everyone who had sought to fight her for all this time. The people who wanted to really best her to prove that they could vanquish the monster that she was. Where had they gone!?! They had lost and been crushed, sent to the wind however.

This brought us to the present where she was standing the black armor of her 12 foot large form glowing in the light while energy rolled off of her at levels which caused for the very ground to go magmatic in certain places even with the distance between her and the ground. Yet as her voice parted she merely said to the male in a tone that was akin to static. Hard to put together hard to comprehend from behind the armor that surrounded her black king state. But something different had happened now. As the energy continued to rise and her words echoed.

”..Are you done quibbling?”

The demons voice echoed as the ground fissured and cracked and eventually heat caused for remaining structures to glow cherry red, her armor fissuring and cracking before the outer shell that normally her body was covered in broke all the energy contained by it exploding outwards to a point that it would make the previous release of energy look like childs play, huge chunks of earth had been turned into lava and then shot across the city falling in different spots while the likes of the demoness was hidden within the huge overwhelming plume of miasma that now radiated in the sky. The sense of dread would rise as the being within began to stir. The dust cloud being blown to the side with a single sweep of her hand to reveal the being that had hidden within. Black Sclera and red irises greeted the likes of the shinigami named kuro before the being looked down upon them, their seal of eris glowing brilliantly in the sky as if it was an emerald star cutting through the darkness. While her lips parted and she let out a laugh.

”..HA- HAHAHA !”

It was amusing to her how the male talked about her being but a demonic weapon, how he wasn’t afraid of her. All of these words had been bantered at her. How long had it been since she had someone like this, someone who she was able to feel her blood rushing from? Even if she disliked him, even if she wished to destroy him down to his very bones. This male was strong and that thought alone had brought upon this transformation. The demoness had never been hurt this much, she had never had to truly fight someone who had been powerful enough to give her pause, other than a select few times. So when the sky began to be blotted out with the shadows with the male's own spiritual energy something would shift within the likes of the demoness and a veil of energy would lightly cover her body, nuclear energy compounding there before she had brought both hands together with a slam. This would compound all the nuclear energy she had gathered upon her skin into a single place, the orb shining in her hand before she grinned and it detonated.

Light would flood the shadows, eradicating them as force enough to take out multiple city blocks blew outwards it would start with mere kinetic force in the shockwave, then superheated air slammed in afterwards. Next the nuclear fallout would smash through the waves of darkness the radiation ripping into the ground which was below them. The very action that would happen from that singular explosion would be catastrophic. The ground would simply be blown out from under them as the orb’s destructive effects expanded outwards further. It would blow past the shadows that surrounded kuro or at the very least it would cause for a sizable chunk of the city to be eradicated. There would only be a massive crater left as the mushroom cloud ripped up into the sky blasting apart the clouds themselves while the demoness stood there her clothes scorched from the nuclear energy she had just detonated. Now she would have exhaled as her eyes which had closed in the light of the blast slowly opened again.

”..Pain this, pain that, blabbering about how you are right, how you are strong. How the just prevail and the villains die. What are you!?! You preach about broken ideals in a broken world that has no salvation. There is nothing worth saving, nothing worth dying for, nothing worth the pain you will be forced to undergo if you continue this. You will be broken without a shadow of a doubt. I don’t get you! You call me a demon, you preach that i am this villain that is unforgivable. If that’s the case then come! Fight me with all your might, struggle and crawl, slither across the ground as you learn the futility of your actions. BEHOLD.”

Nuclear energy would tear at her clothes grabbing her in the brilliance akin to a star. The heat radiating from her would be enough to melt common metals with ease, Her hair whipped around as in her palms she decided she would shape her energy in the shape of a spear. Nuclear energy gathering as it grew and elongated until she held a massive rod of nuclear energy in her palm. This much nuclear energy would easily be enough to destroy the city and a good amount of the countryside around it. Her eyes shifted down to the shinigami below and she had exhaled as her lips parted and she had said in a tone that while it wasn’t pitying it certainly was condescending because of the gap in power that was between them.

”..Face it there’s a wall that right now, no matter how strong you are you cannot climb. You might cut me but in turn i break and smash your bones. You might become faster than me but the price tears your body up. You are squeezing your body until the last drop and something will eventually have to give. Even if you wish to avenge everyone you cannot fight as you are, burdened by your fears, burdened by your inhibitions. This is why you hero types have never bested me. Because you carry on for the conviction of others. You gain your will to move on and seek gratification from those around you. Each and every one of you is a crowd pleaser, and this is why I will exterminate.”

Her body vanished even as the buffeting waves of her demonic energy smashed into the ground causing it to break apart even further. Her body had accelerated easily up to mach 12 due to the boost in her body from zao-ka’s influence and from the fact that currently she could generate nuclear blasts to increase her speed even further like rockets. It would be because of all these factors that even from her position she was easily able to appear in front of kuro as if she had been teleporting. The spear that she held would smash into the male or the ground besides him, the force behind it being enough that it would detonate, and the first thing that would happen? Well the ground would vaporize around it’s immediate vicinity as a huge wall of pure kinetic force ripped out into the area around them. Then the ground would shatter and fly away like a house of cards in a gale. Rubble was spewed into the atmosphere and rightfully so. She had sacrificed around 20% of her entire nuclear energy reserve and 15% of her entire demonic energy reserve. Combine that together and it meant that the potency of this attack was great enough that it easily ripped buildings apart in seconds.

It caused for a huge hole to form in the epicenter as a pillar of nuclear energy rose and then the dome hit rumbling outwards while the demoness who thankfully was immune to the blast had remained within the very epicenter while it would cause an immense hole to form in the center of the city and the bottom of it couldn’t really be seen. Then the crater expanded outwards eating up all the buildings within the blast radius extending outwards to the very edge of the city leaving nothing but a gigantic crater if he didn’t decide to stop the blast in time. And if he toiled against the blast the very least of his troubles would be the massive wall of kinetic force. It’d also be the raw heat which caused the bottom of the crater to have become magmatic rock after cooling from the cool air that was rapidly sucked in to fill the negative space. All that would be left was most likely demonica within the smoke her expression remaining neutral while she simply said to kuro.

”..Give up, or be crushed. Those are the only options you have left. “

Kuro's entire body shook from the blow to his side, causing a spurt of blood to race out of the corner of his mouth as the two of them exchanged blows. His body cringed at the feeling, his muscles releasing waves of pain as he attempted to tighten them as he continued to move. Small black spots were beginning to appear on the edges of his eyes, but he was not going to allow for himself to fall unconscious. Like a drunk man attempting to halt vertigo… he was staring at his opponent, trying to focus himself completely on her. For better or worse, this was the best way for him to fight, now.

At long last, he landed a significant blow. That substitution appeared to work well enough that he could finally pierce through her barrier, dealing damage to a part of her body. Then it was over in a flash, his body sent careening through the air, before he had risen once more, his body entering his Painful Shadows state.

"…" He did not respond to her question. After all, he had no real need to. The blood still gently oozed down his flank, along his arm, from his ribs and the side of his head… but he did not seem as bothered by it any longer. His muscles seemed leaner, and in general he just seemed more at peace, more… relaxed. This state would not last for long, but for the time that Kuro had it, he would certainly use it to its fullest potential. For him to be able to do that… he would have to be able to focus.

As her armor exploded, his foot would press down into the ground, before vanishing from where he had been standing. The edges of his clothes got caught by the searing heat, disintegrating as he moved at Shunpo-speeds, dodging and weaving away with grace, before swiveling his head. He was now outside of the explosion radius, able to witness what had emerged.

As she laughed, however, she would find something quite strange. After all, a man standing in front of you, his hands covered in enough shadow that they looked like great black paws, pressing themselves on either side of your head with enough force to blow a building across a football field would probably be well noticed. Kuro's body had crossed the distance faster than his normal mind could have been able to process. Red heat seared along the length of his body from his speed, the smell of smoke accompanying him as he pushed the two parts of his body together.

His goal was not to hit her… His goal was to condense the force that her body was giving off as she laughed, laughing in the middle of a fight. While her body was entirely focused on that relaxation, on that exaltation of joy and merriment… Kuro would attempt to snap her neck, and failing that, would try to twist it out of shape, causing an immense amount of pain and discomfort. As her hands came to slam together, his body vanished again, this time with bits of shadow appearing in the air along his path.

As he moved back and she created that shining orb, however… the shadows that it created along her arms would respond, tightening and coiling as the shadow energy that Kuro had left behind would revamp their own power, helping them as they shot towards her eyes while the entirety of her focus was on creating that orb of power.

At last, Kuro's body came to a stop. His movements became like a bird's as he fluidly shifted around, coming to stop… but then the force of the blast would catch him. His arms darted to the center of his body as he was blown back, his shadows discarded as he was slammed into th edge of the crater, rocks shattering and crumbling around him.

"A world of gray leads to nothing but misery. Black and white; Shinigami are the Bleach of this world. We take the darkness and in shadow bring purity and light. Without us, that blackness would consume this world. That is black. We are white. We can't have gray. We can't. Have. Gray." The voice of the male muttered as he laid in the pile of rocks, his blood oozing onto the stone.

The rock face crumbled away as Kuro's body moved out of it, his mind and bodily form racing. Mushroom cloud…? Nuclear energy? Won't that start killing me rapidly if I actually get caught in the explosion part….? Wonderful… While her mouth took the time to speak, Kuro's mind was using that time to consider his options. Interruption. He decided as her mouth let out the word 'wall'. Hey. There's an idea. He concluded, leaning his body downwards as he stuck his tail into the air, flicking it about a bit as his crimson eyes watched the figure in front of him…

Waves of shadow poured outwards, moving faster than any of his previous constructs, like lightning, creating a line between himself and her through this massive crater that she had made. On the edge of that crater, where the light from her new spear could not reach… an entirely new supply of shadows had become available. This pool was massive in size, thanks to her explosions.

As her body vanished, the shadow would dart back to Kuro's body as he traced her movements. She seemed to be going at an average pace to the male, perhaps a bit slower. As she reached him, however, she would become affected by one single, solitary mistake. She had finally attacked the male directly in close combat…

His left arm's fingers closed around the hilt of his blade as without pain he brought it against the spear that was head right for him. He didn't have to move it very much. After all, the only thing that was required here was the very instant in which she had placed the entirety of her body into her attack. For someone who consistently watched the actions of his opponents in order to find openings ,this was the easiest thing in the world for Kuro… next to making pancakes, of course.

So it was that the male could feel the entirety of his left arm beginning to disintegrate as the ground beneath his feet shattered from the returning waves of force that he had to emit. His eyes were clear and focused, something that they had not been in some time. His parry was attempted, and all things considered would likely work. After all, with that much momentum it would be incredibly difficult for his opponent to change course or stop herself from following through with her attack.

A parry… a parry, which was followed up by what should naturally follow a parry. A riposte. Kuro's riposte.

His right arm shot forwards like a cannon, black cracks of lightning ringing in both of their ears as he attempted to force the hand into her neck. Around the hand, his other five blades had taken their place, his shadows like an extension of each of his arms as he planted both feet backwards on a pillar of shadow, obsidian-black from the amount of shadow empowering it. His body performed a thrust forwards, and with the ripping and tearing that began to occur from the swords beginning to move in a circular pattern, he tried to crush and decimate everything that came between himself and the organs that attached to her demonic brain and heart. Indeed, if she did nothing to stop it, the attack could well tear up the lower part of her head and the top half of her chest.

Kuro could feel the searing blaze from being this close to her on the shadows that had wrapped themselves around his body, like a cloak. He knew that he needed some form of protection against the radiation. Of course, this action had resulted in him not being able to flee from the ensuing explosion. But at the same time… his shadows were not dismissed by it, using a substantial amount of Kuro's energy to maintain their shape as they continued to rip and tear into the woman, even as the Shinigami's flank was destroyed in the explosion, his body sent flying away as he tried to recover, bolting away again as blood poured down his side. The dark spots had returned, but the shadows on his side wrapped up again, trying to contain the damage by acting as shadowy bandages.

"I think… I hate you." Was the only response from the male as he panted, the dark spots beginning to fade from his vision. The left side of his body had begun to change, as well. Where before it had been solid, and flesh… now it had become dark and wispy, almost as if Kuro himself had started to become a shadow, crossing a line that was always there. His left arm reformed rapidly, the black construct of Piero rejoining its master.

"So much raw power… you… don't even… think about it, do you…?" He asked her, twirling both of his hands as he recovered his composure. His ears were still ringing; the only way that he would be able to know her response is if she had lips that she could speak with. For that matter, there was no possible way that he could have heard her ultimatum to give up or die. Though if he had, he would have of course rebutted it with something along the lines of: 'We crossed that line some time ago.'

So it was that Kuro hefted up his blades, before beginning to do… a dance. A dance that required quite a few movements of his hands. To a normal person, his movements would appear to be a blur. However, to Kuro, he was moving fluidly and naturally. Black cracks of lightning began to shoot out in every direction as his lines of energy began to move in every direction. From the very beginning… the problem with this battle… has been that she absolutely does not care about how her power is used. She has nothing limiting it. She acts as if she never has. Therefore, her power is the most basic imaginable, has developed, perhaps, as the most basic imaginable… Kuro and Piero's consciousness were as one now.

… That gives me an idea. He concluded at last, before the threads finally finished being created… and the hundreds of piercing shadow threads that Kuro had bound to become stronger than normal emerged from the dark blur that he had become. Moving at the same speeds as their master, these massive tendrils shot outwards, some assaulting from above, some from below, and some even from the sides.

Kuro himself, however, had begun to move his body in a circle as he raced towards her. Mustn't… feel… vertigo… He thought desperately to himself, his stomach churning as he closed his eyes. Around his feet, the shadow had formed a ring… and that ring developed spikes around his entire body. He had become a massive yo-yo moving forwards, a shadow spike in the ground where he had landed on serving as his 'anchor'.

At last, the 'string' ran out, as the shadow tendrils that Kuro had created worked meticulously to influence Demonica's trail of escape, making where Kuro was going the most optimal place. As such, Kuro's entire body would whip in circles in front of her, at least where she had been standing originally, attempting to attack her as if his entire body was a massive yo-yo. The ring also provided a significant amount of defense against the woman's passive energy, and the ring was consistently regenerated using shadows from Kuro's supply. This attack was also made so that it would assault her body vertically.. Making it most likely to hit where Kuro had performed his Riposte as well. There has to be… a point…

And just as he had looped around, smashing into her for the twenty or so times in the instant that he had… The end of his string finally ran taut.

Physics carried him from there as he whipped back, his construct and body being extracted at massive speeds. Kuro focused the entirety of his body on his left arm… before slamming it into the spike that he had created. Letting go of the rest of his body, a large gust of wind emerged from behind the spike, the ground cracking, shuddering, and shaking as the Shinigami's body turned around. The wind force was enough that Kuro would have lost some of his hair if his shadows were not making him as aerodynamic as possible.

Finally rounding out the curve, he emerged from his assault at extreme speed. He was moving so fast now that not even his shadow's could keep up. His right hand had been prepared already, his pointer and middle fingers bent at the joint, pointing his knuckles outwards .His body produced shadows to help him aim as it felt like the entire world had ground to a halt. His ears were ringing, blood pounding in his head, adrenaline screaming through him…

Finally, his hand would plunge towards Demonica's chest, as he attempted to pierce her heart through like a great spearhead, waves of force slamming outwards as his momentum came to a grand halt, the shadow's whipping around him as he used them to slide his legs around, causing his entire body to flip after the impact, and with a press of his legs, he kept going, dashing hundreds of feet beyond the demoness' body. Panting and bruised and battered, he finally came to a stop along the edge of the crater, the force of his movement causing for him to rapidly ascend to its lip as he stood where it became completely vertical, his shadows holding him still there, panting, looking, looking to see if he had done it… if that could incapacitate this monster.

The culmination of her emotions, the wild ride of adrenaline that sung gloriously in her veins was reaching an ugly head. Demonica’s reddened gaze narrowed until the black sclera was the predominant color in her eyes. In the last seconds of the attack however, it seemed kuro was able to avoid the attack. His body shifting to the side at such speeds like to most, there would be absolutely very . .very little time to react. However to see what transpired next, when kuro reposted lets slow things down abit.

In the first portion of this split-second exchange demonica’s hand shimmered, her demon barrier recently reinforced by integrating the nuclear energy she possessed into her body seemed to ripple. From her arm a blade had formed as the explosion of a lifetime went off behind them. The ground was turned to cinder, buildings? Ha! They turned to ash, crumbling under the onslaught of such an unholy wave of energy. A light that could be considered as bright as the sun ranged out in the split second the charged ozone was pushed outward, the raw power rolling around them in shockwaves that continued to blast outwards. Causing demonicas hair to whip wildly about with abandon, her bisecting grin with a full set of vicious teeth aglow in the aftermath.

From the peripheral of kuro’s vision he probably could see a blade forming as it slid forth to cooly intercept his hand. An interesting thing about her, this demon was she theoretically could create weapons of superior hardness at will. A shower of sparks and an unholy screech would echo at this lightning fast engage of fist and blade. Demonica’s own body quivering, yes Quivering in the sensation that ran from the top of her scalp, to the tips of her toes. The stench of singed air a lovely scent in her nose, she could practically taste the destruction as at this point there wasn’t a need for words. Instead she merely let out a guttural growl from the bottom of her throat, the sound reverberating from her voice-box as her muscles in her arm swelled. Soon though as five more blades formed Demonica’s body seemed to become a series of after images.

At this point she parried one blade, as a five swords formed around her. Each one parrying and smashing the five blades out of the way, knocking them asunder into the distance before her body seemed to overflow with that diabolical energy of hers. The blackened waves permeated by flecks of red. She had seemed to realize something, and her energy began to swell again. Even with 30 or so percent of it being used up it caused for the very air around her to distort and set ablaze. As she started forward kuro spoke about hating her. Demonica’s expression narrowed ever so slightly, as she thought about how many people hated her, Reviled her existence. She was the monster that the world hated, she was a creature that sought the beauty in war and fighting. This was as i should be! Thus her barking reply echoed out as she inevitably picked up speed.

”..Hate me then, let that hatred fester and turn your heart into a shriveled shell filled with sludge. It is your right to hate me, to see me as some lesser creature after all! Draw upon that hatred, and turn it into strength!”

As demonica in a flash was upon kuro, her expression hard to read as from her body she formed a demon barrier in the shape of a gigantic fist, smashing the construct into kuro’s body. Normally this demon barrier could be focused on certain points of the body, now though? That barrier became a devastating force that was able to shatter the air around them. The amount of force behind this punch was mountain rending. Fully capable of turning a mountain to rubble, that was the level of strength the current demonica was fully able to realize due to the adrenaline singing in her veins. In a way, it could be said that she had made leaps and bounds solely because of kuro’s involvement. That she had been reforged from the fires of retribution, and came out of it stronger. This was why this fist was catastrophic in power, kuro once more spoke, asking her if she thought about the power she wielded. Demonica’s eyes glimmered with something unfathomable. . seething beneath the surface as she spoke in a gutteral tone this time, the words shaking the air around her with their power.

”..Once upon a time, i thought about it long and hard. But i met someone along the way, a warrior whose views on the world held simply white or black. In their eyes i was a monster, and as i fought them i realized something. Which was; so what? So what if i have this power, it is but a means to an end. So yes i don’t think about it. This raw power is a tool which is meant to be wielded with brutal efficiency, it is the hammer that strikes against the anvil of my might.

Eventually kuro’s flight path took him closer and closer as the fist smashed into the ground, turning the city’s remains into a sea of rubble. Fissures spider webbing out with wild abandon, earth collapsing in on itself. The sound of it thunderous in the midst of this fight. Kuro’s body whipped around demonica as shadows began to amass, and demonica’s demon barrier expanded slamming into the strings while demonica herself vanished in a burst of speed, her visual image due to the lag that would mostlikely appear between the eyes receiving her image, and the brain processing it, allowing her to slip behind kuro as he shattered the demon barrier when it was pulled taut.

Demonica’s blade flew around with brutal efficiency, the air having been broken apart savagely by the celestial amount of force behind this blow. It would hopefully smash with the flat of the blade against kuro’s body, and if it hit? Kuro would be sent flying like a rocket, until he’d slam into the ground to cause an even larger crater than the previous punch had caused. Yet even if that failed? As kuroh flew forward with everything behind a lone strike, demonica’s demon barrier would concentrated until it compacted into a sheet infront of her body. This barrier was the accumulation of her entire bodily barrier, so as kuroh slammed into it he’d probably feel like he had smashed headlong into an adamantine wall, there was no give in it

Furthermore, seven blades had formed around her, each one focusing inwards so if kuroh continued upon his linear path he would be impaled seven times over, the blades angled in such a way that any one of them undoubtedly could be considered lethal. Her expression remained bemused as she said slowly.